Knowing grace
You call her a sinner,
You call her a whore!
You invite God for dinner,
Yet your evil to the core.
She gives herself to those in need,
And relaxes with a drink,
She has sex for more then to breed,
And so from her touch you shrink.
You call him a savage,
For he knows not how to read,
But he's the one who won't cringe,
When it comes time for him to bleed.
He believes in many strange things,
Like brother eagle,
Or in protection rings.
You call each lover a heathen,
For they live together and are not married.
But God has not stuck them down for breathen,
Nor has he taken the burden you carried.
They go on making love at night,
And you carry on and suffer,
And try as you might,
They are happier then you or any other.
To all these people you say,
That it will be different up there,
For they too will die one day,
But I have one last thing to bare.
You call him a strong believer,
Because he can quote the bible,
Cause he supports and doesn’t question either,
But at night he's quite liable,
To go killing in the name of God.
He murders two young men,
One named Tom, and the other Rod.
He kills them in each others arms and to make it worse then,
He writes die gays die, above their heads in blood.
Then he goes to church the next morning,
And call you bud.
While the gay couple's family is mourning.
When will you see,
That what we do matters not.
Its the heart of you and me,
And the love that through it is sought.
What would a father curse more,
A son who drinks and has lost face,
Or a son who's evil who only wants more?
Don't you know the meaning of grace?
You call her a whore!
You invite God for dinner,
Yet your evil to the core.
She gives herself to those in need,
And relaxes with a drink,
She has sex for more then to breed,
And so from her touch you shrink.
You call him a savage,
For he knows not how to read,
But he's the one who won't cringe,
When it comes time for him to bleed.
He believes in many strange things,
Like brother eagle,
Or in protection rings.
You call each lover a heathen,
For they live together and are not married.
But God has not stuck them down for breathen,
Nor has he taken the burden you carried.
They go on making love at night,
And you carry on and suffer,
And try as you might,
They are happier then you or any other.
To all these people you say,
That it will be different up there,
For they too will die one day,
But I have one last thing to bare.
You call him a strong believer,
Because he can quote the bible,
Cause he supports and doesn’t question either,
But at night he's quite liable,
To go killing in the name of God.
He murders two young men,
One named Tom, and the other Rod.
He kills them in each others arms and to make it worse then,
He writes die gays die, above their heads in blood.
Then he goes to church the next morning,
And call you bud.
While the gay couple's family is mourning.
When will you see,
That what we do matters not.
Its the heart of you and me,
And the love that through it is sought.
What would a father curse more,
A son who drinks and has lost face,
Or a son who's evil who only wants more?
Don't you know the meaning of grace?
posted by Poetic_bum at 8:20 p.m.
2 Comments:
I like it. Makes you think about how we respond to each other and the strange things that our opinions are sometimes based on. Those who have a strict idea of what is right and wrong and are not willing to bend or change this and see those who disagree with them as damned and lesser people. Makes you wonder how people rationalize some of what they do. Makes more sense to me to enjoy the life you're living now then spend all your time wondering about and living for what may or may not exist after this life.
To a certain extent I agree. This was created in hopes that some strict living Christain would read it and question how it is they expect to get to heaven. For them to question why they treat others less then others christians. And why that is. Maybe to question weather or not they do treat others differently then members of their church.
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